Thursday, August 21, 2008

The phone's charged and the thermos is full and I stumble down the steps to the sidewalk like every ordinary day in Knoxville. I confess that I ride a short bus to school, appropriately a bright orange one. After a full summer riding the bus, the daily commute is beginning to be a little more comfortable, like a big, soft couch... sound familiar?

But in the first week of classes, things are rarely comfortable. Thousands upon thousands of undergrads eager to get their top bids, not realizing how crazy they look, how funny they smell or loud they talk. There must be hundreds of pounds of perfume out there! As a graduate student, I wish I could just huddle to in the library. But I am subjected to frequent outbursts of cheers, chants and an endless horizon of puke orange. And that's just on my walk to 9:00 AM classes.

In all seriousness, it is pretty amazing that the flagship campus of the state graces downtown. But must everything be so orange?

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